“We’re at work,” she gasped, her body arching against his, pressing her butt harder against his hips. Shaye opened his mouth and bit where her n...ck met her shoulder. Then, he let her go and stepped to the right so that she could pick up the hot water and pour it slowly into the open coffee sack. Renata smiled and asked, “Do you want cream and sugar?” Shaye licked his lips. He waited for her to put down the kettle before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the break room and into a. “Bitch, I said I wanted a review. ‘It feels good’ is not a review. We need to know everything about the product and if it is worth selling. These guys need to know if the product is worth pushing to other customers. Now give us a real fucking review of that plug in your ass and the whip I just used to remind you why you are here.”As he said this he walked away and I saw the whip he had just used. It had three leather straps hanging from a leather handle. I would be sure to give an acceptable. I sat back on my seat and saw he had taken me somewhere else. It was an apartment. He told me to follow him, I obeyed. We entered a closed flat. When we went in it was a 2 bhk posh flat.Boss: this is my flat. The other one. You will live here from now on.Me: why?Boss: from now on you are my mistress and will live as Neha.I said boss please don’t do this. He told me I don’t have any other option and he knows that my parents have broken all contact with me so I had to do as he said.Boss: go into. She didn’t look like any girl or woman I had ever seen. Perhaps that was part of her mystique? I was just making a developmental transition, at that age, from regarding my Barbie as a personal totemic being with extraordinary powers to understanding her as a toy that my dad got at some big store. Now that I understood that Barbie was a product I thought I should talk to my mom about some special concerns I had.“Mom, can you get me a short Barbie? You know, like me." I did my version of a.